| Adrian M. Brush aka Dementia
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| email=amb2be2e@panam3.panam.edu
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| I am Heartless
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| You will Fear Me day and night.
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| I reak of putrid mentality and
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| My aura’s exuding might.
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| There is no way to stop Me So take care what you try
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| Just remember that I am Me
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| And I stand not by your Side.
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| My mind retains no Sympathy
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| And it’s banished Love too.
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| My lowest Retaliation
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| Keeps Me over You.
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| My children bear no gladness.
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| And soon they’ll watch Die.
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| I am the Cross,
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| I am the Pain,
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| That leaves your dying Eyes.
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| Cowardly you run from me.
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| But can’t you see?
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| An entity of horror is what I Remain
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| To infflict abominations is what I Gain
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| Recoil amongst your kin.
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| They’ll soon be crucified.
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| Much the same, Manner as the man
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| You worshipped, died.
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| Waste not your time in prayer,
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| Because none escapes my Wrath.
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| The torn throats and infants
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| Of the plagues are just a trickle
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| In the tub of my bloodbath.
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| Just who on Earth do you think you
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| Are to challenge My Immortal Ways?
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| My indifference is real so To My appeal keep on digging
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| Your own Grave.
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| Just when you thought it was safe
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| To resist My Reign
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| The pressure overrides.
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| You simply can’t comprehend
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| My ability to nail You up at Any Time.
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| Stick your hands outstreched
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| Before the arms of wood
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| Carved out for you.
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| With the mallet’s blow Upon
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| the Spikes
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| I hold you as if You were
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| The King of The Jews.
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| Can’t you face the Groove?
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| Two thirds of the Earth’s Population
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| Should not even exist.
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| A malignancy, an Ugly Sore
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| Mankind’s but a cyst.
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| And there You hang,
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| Upon the Cross.
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| -The cross=Death if you haven’t caught on yet. |